Harukii

the rest of the day is…quite uneventful.

well not really. while the boys run straight into vacation mode — playing beachball, yelling over rules that don't exist, and somehow turning it into a full-on wrestling match in the water; you decide to sunbathe.

a peaceful choice. relaxing. calm.

except the view wasn’t exactly PG.

wet hair, bare chests, muscles flexing way too dramatically over a plastic ball, water glistening on skin that had no business looking that good under the sun.

you aren't even pretending to read anymore. just lying there on your towel, sunglasses on, trying to look unaffected while watching what could only be described as a thirst trap in motion.

delectable, honestly.

but after a while, it had gone suspiciously quiet. no yelling, no splashing, no chaotic screams over who cheated in beachball.

you lower your sunglasses just a little, eyes scanning the shoreline — only to find all three of them walking toward you in sync like some kind of hot boy band comeback.

you sit up instantly. “what.”

seokmin’s the first to speak, his voice all sunshine and mischief. “hey. you enjoying yourself?”

your eyes narrow. “…yes?”

joshua steps in beside him, flashing that deceptively innocent smile of his. “want to enjoy more?”

you barely get the chance to squint in confusion before a strong arm wraps around your waist.

“wait— wait, no—”

you are slung over seungcheol’s shoulder like a rag doll, the towel falling from your lap as he marches toward the ocean like a man on a mission.

“seungcheol!” you yell, squirming violently. “put me down!”

he doesn’t slow. doesn’t even flinch when you start pounding on his back, or when your palm smacks flat against his ass with a sharp thwack. if anything, he laughs.

“you sure you’re not enjoying this?” he teases.

“i swear to god, if you drop me, i’ll—”

he drops you.

one second you are yelling, the next you are underwater, surrounded by a burst of bubbles and betrayal. you come up gasping, hair clinging to your face, already shivering from the sudden shock.

“you absolute assholes!” you shout, wiping water from your eyes.

the three of them are doubled over on the sand, cackling like this is the funniest thing they’ve seen all year. they don’t even try to hide it.

you flip them off with both hands, still panting. “i hope jellyfish sting all of you.”

seokmin is the first to dive in after you, laughter spilling out of him. joshua follows with a dramatic splash. seungcheol strolls in last— smug, unbothered, like he hasn't just commit a full war crime.

you want to stay mad. really, you do. but when all three of them surround you in the water and start splashing like chaotic children, you burst out laughing before you can stop yourself.

by the time the sun starts to set, casting the beach in soft gold and cotton-candy pink, the chaos of the afternoon has settled into something calmer. the four of you are gathered around a bonfire, legs tucked into blankets, drinks in hand, the sound of waves lapping quietly in the background. seokmin connects a speaker, soft music playing in the background, and for the first time since arriving, it feels like you're really on vacation.

the fire crackles between you, sending warm flickers of light across their faces — catching in joshua’s lashes, the curve of seokmin’s smile, the sharp line of seungcheol’s jaw. you try not to stare. you fail miserably.

a few drinks in, with your feet buried in the cool sand and your head pleasantly fuzzy, seokmin claps his hands and declares that it’s time for truth or dare. and of course, no one says no.

the first few rounds are harmless. mild. someone has to sing. someone else has to reenact their most embarrassing drunken memory. you laugh until your stomach hurts, the buzz of alcohol and fire making everything feel lighter than it is.

and then joshua turns to you, his expression innocent in the most suspicious way possible. he leans back on one arm, cradling his drink, and asks, “truth. have you ever found any of us attractive?”

you freeze. your drink pauses halfway to your lips. it’s an easy question to dodge. but for whatever reason, maybe it’s the alcohol — you don’t dodge.

“yes,” you say, simply.

seokmin blinks. “wait, like... one of us?”

you look him right in the eye. “no. all of you. i want all of you.”

you don’t really know why you say the last part, but that shuts them up. for a second, at least.

then seokmin laughs, stunned. joshua raises his brows, clearly amused. seungcheol’s gaze sharpens, but he doesn’t say anything.

you try to act unfazed, but you can feel the shift in the air — the way all three of them are looking at you now, just a little differently. like they’re seeing something they weren’t allowed to before.

joshua laughs, but there’s a ragged edge to it. “You’re serious?”

you swallow, heart hammering. “Yeah. I’m serious.”

the flames of the bonfire crackle behind you, warm against your back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off them now. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, voice low and tight. “you really know how to set us off.”

seungcheol still hasn’t moved. still hasn’t spoken. just watching you with that dangerous, calculating look, as if he’s deciding what to do next. finally, he shifts forward, elbows on his knees: “say it again.”

you hesitate, then you repeat, “i want all of you.”

a moment of perfect, breathless silence.

then seungcheol stands up. he holds out a hand, steady and sure, no questions in his eyes anymore. “come here.”

your legs feel like water, but you obey, slipping your fingers into his. he pulls you up, guiding you off the sand, joshua and seokmin following behind.

joshua’s hand comes to rest at the small of your back, reassuring and possessive all at once. “we’ll take care of you,” he promises, voice gone husky.

your breath catches, tension coiling low in your belly as the atmosphere shifts. 

joshua steps in first, fingers reaching up to brush your hair from your face. his touch is gentle, careful — but his eyes are anything but. “say the word,” he murmurs. “we’ll stop if you want us to.”

you glance at all of them. seungcheol is standing near the bar, watching you like he’s been holding back all night. seokmin’s already closer, his eyes flicking to your mouth. joshua, in front of you now, so close his breath brushes your cheek.

you nod. once. “don’t stop.”

joshua kisses you first. slow, like he’s testing what you’ll allow — but you don’t want to hold back. your hands slide into his hair, fingers tugging slightly, and he groans against your mouth.

then seokmin’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, and your knees almost give.

“fuck, you smell good,” he mumbles, lips trailing just below your ear. “you’ve been driving me insane all day.”

you feel another presence — seungcheol, finally stepping in. his hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“how do you want this?” he asks, voice low and steady. “you tell us.”

you blink up at him, breathless. “i want you all over me.”

“fuck,” seokmin says behind you. “this is really happening.”

“no backing out now,” joshua murmurs, smiling as he kisses down your jaw.

then everything blurs — hands tugging at clothes, laughter mixed with groans, mouths everywhere. someone lifts you, someone else pulls your shirt over your head, and soon you’re being laid down on the oversized couch, bodies pressing in from every side.

you feel joshua’s lips on your chest, soft and reverent, while seokmin is sliding his fingers along your thighs, eyes wide with awe like he’s never seen anything prettier.

seungcheol kneels beside you, one hand wrapped around your jaw, the other sliding slowly down your stomach. “you’re still sure?” he asks again.

you don’t answer with words and just grab his wrist and guide his hand lower.

seungcheol’s mouth twitches at your answer — or lack thereof — when you guide his hand lower, letting your hips roll up into his palm.

“needy already?” he mutters, fingers slipping between your legs over your damp bottoms. “figures. all that attitude earlier — guess you just needed someone to fuck it out of you.”

your breath hitches. before you can even think of something smart to say, joshua tugs your shorts down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the room.

“she’s soaked,” joshua murmurs, his tone almost reverent. “and we’ve barely touched her.”

seokmin groans behind you. “fuck, i want her mouth.”

“then take it,” seungcheol says, voice hard now, like he’s not here to play anymore.

seokmin’s hand forms a fist in your hair in the next second, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. his cock is already out — hard, flushed, leaking — and he presses it to your lips, grinning down at you.

“open up, sweetheart. no more hiding behind those pretty little eyes.”

he groans the second you wrap your lips around him, pushing deep with no hesitation. his hand stays tangled in your hair, controlling the pace, dragging you down on his cock until your eyes water.

“shit, look at her,” joshua breathes, kneeling beside your thighs now. “so fucking desperate. you like being used, don’t you?”

you moan around seokmin’s cock, hips jerking upward because now seungcheol’s fingers are slipping inside you, thick and rough and fast.

joshua leans in and spits right on your pussy, spreading it with two fingers while seungcheol still pumps you open. “i want her dripping down my cock,” he mutters. “i want to hear her cry for it.”

seokmin lets out a choked laugh above you. “she’s already crying, hyung. look at her.”

tears stream down your cheeks from how deep he’s fucking your mouth, the wet squelch of fingers between your legs echoing in the room, your body squirming — helpless, overwhelmed, and loving every filthy second.

then it all moves fast.

you are flipped on your knees, cheeks hot, ass in the air. seungcheol delivers the first slap hard, loud, making you yelp and clench around nothing.

“don’t whine,” he snaps, rubbing the sting in. “you wanted this. all of us, remember?”

“yeah,” joshua laughs, lining up behind you now. “you said it so sweet. ‘i want all of you.’ little attention whore.”

you don’t get a chance to argue, not when joshua sinks into you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

you scream — or you try to, but seokmin’s already pushing back into your mouth.

double stuffed. one in your mouth, one in your cunt, and one more still waiting.

“look at her,” seungcheol mutters, stroking himself now as he watches from the front. “fucking made for this.”

you’re already shaking. joshua’s pace is brutal, slamming into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips. seokmin keeps your head in place, fucking your throat with no mercy.

“gonna stretch that tight little ass too,” seungcheol says, leaning down behind you. “think you can take it, baby?”

you try to nod, eyes wide and wet.

he spits on his fingers and starts working them into your ass, slow at first — then faster when he feels how easily you’re giving in.

“so fucking filthy,” he growls. “what a perfect fucking toy.”

you don’t know how you’re still conscious when joshua pulls out, only to be replaced by seungcheol behind you. joshua’s hand fists your hair again, lifting your head.

“you wanted all of us?” he says, voice rough. “then take all of us.”

seokmin’s still down your throat. seungcheol’s cock presses into your ass, slow, stretching you impossibly wide.

and then joshua slides into your pussy again.

both of them inside you.

you let out a muffled scream around seokmin’s cock.

you’re not even sure what you're saying anymore — the sounds coming from your mouth are nothing but muffled moans, choked and wet around seokmin’s cock. your jaw aches, your throat burns, but he doesn’t let up.

“shit,” he mutters, his grip tightening in your hair. “gonna fucking cum down your throat. you want that?”

you try to nod, eyes rolling back as you gag around him.

he groans, hips stuttering, and then he holds you down on him, cock buried deep in your throat.

“take it. fucking take it,” he growls.

and then you feel it — hot spurts spilling straight down your throat, thick and messy. he holds you there, cock twitching, groaning like he’s never felt anything better.

you swallow instinctively, tears slipping down your cheeks. he finally pulls out with a grunt, your lips swollen and wet, chin slick with spit and cum.

“fuck, look at you,” he breathes, dragging his thumb over your mouth. “so pretty when you’re ruined.”

joshua’s still fucking into you, hard and fast, every thrust punching sounds out of your mouth. you’re stretched and used, your body trembling between them, but he’s not done.

“she’s still tight,” he pants, grabbing your hips and slamming into you deeper. “still fucking milking my cock like she wants more.”

“gonna fill this pussy up,” he growls, pace growing erratic. “gonna make you leak all over the fucking floor.”

“do it,” seungcheol urges from behind, watching as he thrusts into your ass while joshua takes your pussy. “fill her up. she can take it.”

you’re so close to falling apart again, and then joshua lets out a sharp moan, thrusts one last time, and cums.

his hips stutter, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spills everything — hot and messy, groaning your name like a curse.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—”

you can feel it dripping out of you already, slick and warm and filthy.

joshua collapses forward against your back, panting against your shoulder.

“she’s perfect,” he mutters, breath still shaky. “fucking perfect.”

you don’t even get a moment to breathe before seungcheol growls in your ear —

“don’t go soft now. i’m not done with you yet.”

you barely have time to catch your breath. your body’s limp, jaw sore, your thighs shaking and soaked with a mixture of spit and cum — theirs and yours. you’re half-leaning against the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a mess across your face. joshua’s breath is still hot on your shoulder, his cum dripping slowly from between your legs.

“fuck, she’s twitching,” seokmin mutters, still sitting on the floor in front of you, lazily stroking himself back to hardness. “you gonna cry again, sweetheart?”

you whimper something incoherent. it doesn’t matter. they’re already working you open again.

joshua shifts beside you, dragging a finger through the mess dripping out of your pussy and pushing it right back in. “can’t waste any of that,” he murmurs, voice sweet but mocking. “she needs it.”

“look at this filthy little cunt,” seungcheol spits, reaching around to slap your clit hard enough to make your legs buckle. “you want another load in you? greedy whore can’t get enough?”

seokmin drags you up by your waist and flips you on your back. 

“can’t wait to try this pussy next,” he says, voice low and dark. “gonna fuck you until you cry.”

and he does — hard and deep, rutting into you with a pace that has your mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

joshua kneels beside your head, grinning like he’s found his favourite toy. 

he grabs your jaw, thumb swiping across your swollen lower lip.

“she looks fucked stupid already,” he mutters, voice dripping with pride. “let’s see how much more she can take.”

you open your mouth for him.

he slides his cock past your lips less harshly than seokmin did — letting you feel every inch, every vein, groaning when your tongue moves against him.

“yeah, just like that,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty like this.”

seungcheol leans over the back of the couch, one hand wrapping around your throat as seokmin pounds into you.

“how’s it feel?” he growls into your ear. “being passed around like this? like a little toy for us to use?”

you moan pathetically, muffled by joshua’s cock, your body jolting with every rough thrust joshua drives into you.

“can’t even answer anymore,” seungcheol laughs.

you don’t even care. your mind’s gone. all you can do is suck and moan and cum again as seokmin hits that spot inside you with ruthless precision.

“she’s squeezing me so hard,” seokmin gasps, pace stuttering. “fuck, she’s gonna make me—”

and then he groans — loud, raw — as he cums deep inside you, hips jerking forward as he fills you.

joshua’s not far behind. he pulls out at the last second, fisting his cock quickly and he cums across your chest. 

your legs barely work anymore. your whole body trembles, slick and sore and marked up from head to toe. seokmin is still half-sprawled on the couch beside you, lazy and smug, his cum leaking out of you in slow, hot drips. joshua is sitting across from you, shirtless, still catching his breath, watching you with a wide grin and glazed eyes like he just witnessed something holy.

but it’s not over. not until seungcheol says it is.

he’s still standing above you, hard as ever, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other sliding down your ruined thigh. he crouches between your legs, eyes drinking you in — fucked-out, flushed, your chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate breaths.

“look at you,” he mutters, thumb swiping between your folds, gathering the mess the other two left behind. “cum dripping out of this hole like it’s starving.”

you whimper, legs twitching as he presses two fingers back inside you. you're stretched and sensitive, your body jolting with every curl of his hand.

behind him, joshua hums, “she still wants more?”

seungcheol growls as he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “they already used you up. and you still want more?”

you whine, your fingers fisting in the couch cushions.

“say it,” he commands.

you choke out, “want you.”

he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and then lines himself up. he thrusts all the way in. your legs fly open as your body locks up under him. 

joshua lets out a low whistle. “fuck, look at her face.”

“she’s gone,” seokmin laughs. “hyung is gonna break her.”

and he does. his pace is brutal, unrelenting, fucking into you like your cunt belongs to him and only him. your body arches, nails drag down his back, and your moans dissolve into broken sobs.

“so fuckin’ messy,” he grits out. “so full, and still clenching around me like a needy slut.”

you try to speak — to beg him or thank him or tell him you’re going to cum again. but all that comes out is a desperate gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“that’s it, baby. you’re doing great!” his hips snap harder.

your climax hits out of nowhere — explosive, gut-wrenching, ripping through you like lightning. your back arches violently, a scream torn from your throat as your body clamps down around him.

“fuck, that’s it.” seungcheol moans, losing control as he thrusts harder, faster, chasing his own high through your convulsing cunt. “gonna fill you up. give you every last fucking drop.”

and when he cums it’s rough — he slams in deep, cock twitching, hot spurts spilling into you while he growls your name against your neck.

he stays there for a second, buried deep, your legs still shaking around him.

joshua hums, amused. “think she passed out.”

seungcheol pulls back slowly, looking down at the mess between your legs — his cum and theirs leaking out of you, your thighs trembling, your body twitching from overstimulation.

“you took it so fucking well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you feel like jelly now. muscles aching, lips swollen, thighs sticky and sore in the best way. the air’s heavy with sex and sweat and heat, yet no one’s moving away.

you lie back on the cushion, chest rising and falling unevenly, and they… just look at you. like they’ve never seen anything more beautiful. 

seokmin is the first to move. he leans in and kisses your shoulder, then one just above your collarbone, then another on the curve of your jaw.

“hi,” he whispers against your skin, lips curling into a smile. “still alive?”

you manage a breathy laugh. “barely.”

“good.” he kisses you again. “we’ll keep it that way.”

joshua shifts beside you, dragging his fingertips up and down your thigh, slow and gentle, before leaning down to kiss your hip.

“you okay?” he murmurs.

you turn your head toward him, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “i’m perfect.”

he grins, then leans in and kisses you slowly.

seungcheol’s hand rests on your stomach. he watches the two of you kiss for a moment, then leans in and steals one of his own. 

he kisses you deeper, firm but gentle — never taking more than you give.

“can i hold you?” he asks courteously. “while i’m inside?”

you nod immediately.

he pulls you gently onto his lap, easing you down over his cock with slow aching patience. there’s no rush, no pressure, just the stretch of him filling you again and the quiet gasp you let out as your arms wrap around his neck.

his lips find yours again, a little hungrier this time. his hands roam your back, your hips, your spine like he can’t stop touching you.

joshua moves behind you, peppering kisses along your neck, your shoulder then down your back. seokmin joins, his mouth pressing against your chest, your ribs, your stomach. every part of you that trembles under their touch gets kissed like worship.

“i feel like i’m dreaming,” seokmin admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’re going to ruin everyone else for me.”

seungcheol holds you like you are fragile now, his cock buried deep inside but barely moving — just enough to keep you full.

“you feel it?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

“everywhere,” you breathe.

slow rolls of seungcheol’s hips. joshua’s lips dragging up your spine. seokmin’s kisses laid over your chest, your throat, your cheek.

your eyes flutter shut. your mouth finds whoever leans in first — joshua maybe, then seokmin, then seungcheol. 

“can you cum one more time?” seungcheol asks, voice rough from holding back. “for us?”

you nod, chest tight.

his hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit slow, maddening motions.

“let go for us, baby.” joshua whispers into your ear. “you are so fucking good for us.”

you break again, coming around seungcheol with a quiet cry, clinging to his shoulder as he groans and finally lets go inside of you, filling you with a trembling gasp against your neck.

you don’t know how long you lie there, half-sprawled against seungcheol’s chest, with joshua stretched out beside you, his hand lazily draws circles into your thigh, and seokmin curled against your side like a contented cat.

no one speaks for a while. your body is buzzing — overstimulated and sore, but in the best way. your lips are swollen, your thighs sticky, your chest covered in love bites and lazy kisses. your skin feels too warm, like you’ve been sun-drunk and sex-drunk all at once.

then joshua breaks the silence with a soft laugh. “well. that happened.”

you groan and bury your face in seungcheol’s neck. “don’t say it like that.”

“you mean… like we didn’t just absolutely destroy you?” seokmin teases, brushing his knuckles along your ribs. “because we did. and you’re gonna feel it tomorrow.”

“i feel it now.” you mutter.

“bath,” seungcheol says quietly, voice gravelly against your cheek. “you need one.”

he doesn’t ask, just moves. lifts you effortlessly off his chest. joshua and seokmin follow, groaning as they stretch and stumble toward the bathroom, like you’re all a little tipsy on each other.

the tub fills while you sit on the edge, wrapped in one of joshua’s shirts — the first thing someone pulled over you, soft and worn and smelling like him. you blink slowly, dazed, as seokmin adjusts the temperature and seungcheol pours something that smells like lavender into the water.

“she’s still floaty,” joshua murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he crouches behind you. “you good?”

you nod, sleepily. “mm. warm.”

“good,” he smiles. “we’ll take care of the rest.”

they help you into the tub once it’s ready — hands gentle, murmurs soft. joshua sits behind you, pulling you against his chest, while seokmin starts washing your arms with slow, soapy strokes, making little bubbles just to kiss them off your shoulder.

seungcheol kneels beside the tub, running his palm over your thigh, your folds, your foot. he presses a kiss to your knee and mutters, “you did so good for us.”

you hum quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “you guys are being weirdly sweet now.”

“what, you want us to degrade you after we fill you with cum?” seokmin snorts.

“kinda,” you mumble, and they all laugh — soft, affectionate.

the rest of the bath is quiet. peaceful. joshua rubs your shoulders. seokmin starts humming something under his breath. seungcheol brings you a bottle of water and a clean towel and kisses your temple without a word.

by the time they help you into bed, you’re already half asleep — hair damp, skin warm, clean clothes sticking slightly to your freshly washed skin.

you crawl under the covers and instantly feel joshua slide in beside you, followed by seokmin on your other side. seungcheol takes the last space — his arm over your waist, his chest to your back, his breath even against your neck.

“you’re staying here, right?” joshua asks quietly.

you smile into the pillow. “where else would i go?”

you close your eyes, sinking into the warmth of their bodies, but your mind doesn’t stop. 

how the hell is the rest of this trip supposed to go now? sharing cocktails by the pool like you didn’t have all of them inside you hours ago?

how do you go back to spreadsheets and small talk when you’ve just discovered that your new normal might involve three sinfully attractive men and way too few clothes?

you’re not sure.

but right now, wrapped up in their arms, you don’t really care.

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You shook your head, lounging on the couch as you scrolled through your phone.

“I'm not in the mood to go out today, but have fun and stay safe. Just bring me home some food.”

The members all called out a collective “yes” as they left one by one.

You glanced out the window. The sun was setting, and it was obvious they were heading somewhere to drink until late. You didn’t want to be the one puking her guts out until tomorrow.

You sighed just as Joshua stepped out of his room. You perked up, sitting up with a smile. He approached slowly and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“Are you going with them?” you asked.

He nodded. “Mhm. I promise I won’t drink too much. Hopefully, they don’t force me to go all out,” he chuckled.

You smiled, nodding in agreement. He leaned down, kissing you softly, the gesture sweet and familiar.

“Stay safe. I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, deepening the kiss just a little.

“I love you. I’ll be back soon,” he said, pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead before straightening up.

You waved goodbye as he headed to the door, pretending to walk slowly and sadly. You giggled, playing along with the act until he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

You smiled as you laid back on the couch. Your relationship with him was a big gamble—being the youngest and the only woman in the group, and dating the third eldest member.

You’d been together for five months now. You both agreed to keep it a secret at first—to see how things would go. You didn’t want your relationship to affect the group dynamics in case it didn’t work out. Eventually, you planned to tell the others… just not yet.

After a few hours of doom scrolling on your phone, you saw it was already 8 p.m. With nothing else to do and feeling tired, you decided to just sleep.

You went into Joshua’s room and stole one of his hoodies before returning to yours. After washing up, you slipped it on—wearing only your underwear underneath—and crawled into bed.

Living with thirteen men usually meant wearing pajamas or shorts just in case, but tonight they were likely too drunk to remember you existed, let alone stumble into your room.

You yawned, enjoying the softness of the comforter against your skin. Wonwoo was probably jealous—you were always the one left alone while they dragged him out.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and slowly drifted off.

—

Joshua groaned, rubbing his forehead as he entered the dorm. He had barely managed to escape the clutches of the drunk members who wouldn’t let him leave.

Before, he used to stay out with them until they all decided to head home together. But now, with you in his life, he always wanted to return earlier—to spend those quiet, precious moments with you without having to pretend you were just another bandmate.

He sighed, walking toward your room first. He peeked inside, the space dim aside from the soft glow of your Kuromi nightlight—the one he’d given you for your birthday.

You were fast asleep. Of course you were—it was already past 11 p.m.

He tiptoed in, gently pulling the blanket down from your face just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. Then he stood back up and quietly left to shower. You’d always told him not to lie on your bed with “outside clothes,” and he respected that.

After showering, he put on a white tank top and a pair of black shorts. He towel-dried his hair quickly, unable to keep himself from going right back to your room. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.

Joshua padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Carefully pulling the blanket down again, he found you curled around Shuasumi—his miniteen plushie.

He almost laughed, biting back the urge to pinch your cheeks from how cute you looked. Slowly, he pried the deer plushie from your arms and tossed it to the corner of the room.

You stirred, groaning as you slowly woke to the feeling of familiar hands gently guiding your body onto your back.

“Joshi?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your legs beneath the blanket.

“Hi, my love,” your boyfriend answered, a dazzling smile lighting up his face.

With one knee on the mattress, Joshua leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, his hand gently gripping your chin as he tried to deepen it without hesitation.

You whined, pushing at his chest.

“Where’s my Shuasumi plush?”

Joshua blinked, taken aback for a second before resting his forehead against yours, a breathy laugh escaping him.

“I’m trying to kiss my girlfriend, and you're thinking about a miniteen plushie?”

“Where’d you throw him?” you pouted, sitting up with sleepy annoyance.

“You don’t need him. You have me. I’m home now,” he chuckled, gently guiding you back down onto the bed as he hovered over you.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit harshly to angle your face so he could kiss you properly—but not with innocent intentions anymore.

You moaned as you felt his hips move against yours, causing him to push his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues moved against each other as he gripped your waist, grinding his bulge against your core.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips as he kissed down your jaw.

“Where’s the other members?” You whimpered, feeling him suck behind your ear, a sensitive zone that he discovered a few months ago.

“Still out. Don't worry, we'll be done by the time they get back,” he now fully pulled off the covers, spreading your legs even further. You felt his hand slide down in between your thighs, a gasp leaving your lips as his thumb came into contact with your covered clit.

“Ah—Shua,” you whimpered, feeling him put pressure as he rubbed circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip as you felt one hand pull the fabric of your panties to the side while the other was in his mouth to lubricate it using his saliva before rubbing it on your slit.

Your clit was in between his index and middle finger as he rubbed your slit, making you even more wet and arch your back. You felt a finger teasing your entrance before gently pushing in, eliciting a gasp from you. He was being gentle, knowing how big his hands are.

“Joshua, fuck—” you dug your fingernails on his arm as you felt him insert another finger inside, slowly starting to thrust it in and out.

“I can feel you tightening around me. Are you this turned on just by fingers already?” He breathlessly chuckled. He continued to move his fingers before circling your clit using his thumb.

“Come on, I need you to cum before I enter you,” he moved his fingers a bit faster and you swore you saw stars as you came undone around him. Your thighs shook, his name being the only thing you were saying as he let you ride out your climax. He continued to thrust his fingers inside you, before pulling out and licking it clean.

“You're a pervert, you know that?” You said, laying on the bed limply.

He chuckled. “Woozi isn't against my gentleman agenda for no reason, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, kissing you deeply while his hands slid down to the hem of your hoodie to pull it off of your body. He kissed your shoulder, before sliding down to your chest. He kissed the valley of your breasts before his hands grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it gently as you moaned.

His thumb then finds your hardened nipple, instinctively rolling over them immediately. You bit your lip as he pulled away, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth. You whimpered, feeling his tongue tease your nipple, licking circles before sucking on it.

He did the same to the other one, not stopping for a few minutes before pulling away. He took off his tank top, pulling down his shorts to free his erection while his hand also pulled down your panties. His cock stood proudly against your stomach. It's been inside of you a few times now, but it was still scary.

He rubbed the tip against your clit, letting it get wet from your release. He lined it up with your entrance before slowly and gently pushing inside of you. He moaned as he was sheathed inside of you.

“Oh… good girl, you're taking me in so well,” he gasped, pulling out and gently thrusting back in. You could feel every vein on his length, and it wasn't helping your sensitivity.

“Joshua, holy fuck—” He covered your mouth, leaning down to line up his mouth to your ear.

“Shhh, the members might come home at any second. Keep quiet for me, alright?” He began to thrust a lot more harsher, the bed slightly creaking from the movement. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tip hit the sensitive spot inside of you. You moaned loudly against Joshua's palm.

“I found it already?” He chuckled before thrusting to hit the same spot over and over again. Your toes curled as one of his hands raised your leg on his shoulders, letting him angle his hips to reach much deeper inside you.

Slowly, his pace was slowly starting to get more fast, rough and erratic. After a few seconds, he was basically fucking you like an animal in heat with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

“Shua—I’m close,” you whimpered.

He nodded, kissing your jaw, “Me too, baby, me too.”

He pulled his hand away from your mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further as he thrusted hard and rough inside of you. You used your hand to muffle your moans, tears pricking your eyes at how good it felt.

“Please, don't stop, only a bit more—” You cried out before coming undone around him for the second time, crying out his name like it was a prayer.

Joshua followed, moaning against your ear as he emptied himself inside you. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting it and out for a bit before pulling out. His release dripped out of your entrance as you laid limp on your bed.

“I'll clean us up, hold on,” Joshua said, out of breath as he stood up to go to your bathroom. He returned clothed, with a towel in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed, cleaning you up as he helped you put your clothes back on.

“I have to leave now. The other members might see us,” he said gently, contrasting how he was acting a few minutes ago.

“...Alright,” you nodded. He leaned down, kissing your face. You sighed, relishing his affection before he pulled away.

“I love you, good night,” he returned Shuasumi to you suddenly, you didn't even notice where he pulled him from.

You giggled, “I love you, good night as well,” he kissed you one last time before leaving you alone in your room to actually sleep.

Your heart dropped.

You didn’t even hesitate — you grabbed your bag, swung by a nearby convenience store to grab some food and drinks, and made your way toward their practice room as fast as you could.

You knew this comeback was weighing heavily on Soonyoung.

Perfect choreography. Perfect performance. Perfect leader.

He carried the weight of it all on his back without complaint — but even tigers needed someone to lean on.

⸻

You reached the building, rushed up the familiar stairs, and pushed open the door to the practice room.

The air inside was thick.

Tension clung to the walls like fog — tired bodies sprawled out, dance moves echoing over and over again from the speakers, and in the center of it all, your boyfriend.

Jaw tight.

Eyebrows furrowed.

Shoulders tense.

That was not your Soonie.

You slipped inside quietly, several of the members spotting you immediately.

Joshua gave you a grateful look and quickly walked over, taking the bags of food out of your hands.

“Thanks for coming,” he whispered.

“He won’t listen to any of us right now.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile before making your way toward Soonyoung.

He was so focused he didn’t even notice you approach.

You hated seeing him like this — so serious, so cold — so un-Soonyoung.

The members weren’t scared of him — they were scared for him.

Because the Hoshi they knew would never snap unless he was overwhelmed past his limits.

You reached out gently, tapping him on the shoulder.

The reaction was instant — he whipped around sharply, mouth opening, frustration clear in his body.

But then his eyes landed on you.

And just like that — everything changed.

His entire body seemed to deflate.

His eyes softened, mouth closing without a word.

The tension melted from his shoulders as if seeing you had pressed some invisible release valve.

“Soonie,” you whispered, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He let out a shuddering breath — one he didn’t even realize he’d been holding — and sank into you immediately.

Forehead resting on your shoulder.

Hands gripping your waist like you were the only real thing in the world.

You held him tightly, swaying the two of you gently back and forth.

No words. No pressure.

Just presence.

You could feel how tired he was — not just physically, but emotionally, mentally.

You kept holding him, threading your fingers through the back of his sweaty hair, whispering against his ear:

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes, he finally pulled back, blinking at you like he wasn’t sure you were real.

You smiled and brushed your thumb against his cheek.

“Come eat,” you said gently. “You and the others need a break.”

He hesitated, guilt flashing across his face — but you shot him a look.

The Look.

The one that said no arguments.

And miraculously — he listened.

You led him over to where the members were already sitting, passing out the food you brought.

You sat next to Soonyoung, staying close enough that your knee brushed his, anchoring him.

The boys ate slowly at first, but hunger eventually won out.

You caught Soonyoung glancing at you between bites — like he still couldn’t believe you were here. Like if he blinked too hard, you might disappear.

After eating, they went back to practicing for a little while longer, but the energy was noticeably different.

Softer.

Less frantic.

More hopeful.

Because you were there.

Because now he could finally breathe.

⸻

You waited patiently, sitting quietly against the mirrored wall, watching your boyfriend work through the final run-throughs.

He kept glancing over at you, as if drawing strength from your presence alone.

When they finally called it for the night, you were already standing, bag packed, hand outstretched toward him.

“You’re coming home with me,” you said firmly.

No argument.

No protest.

He just nodded, slipping his hand into yours.

As you left, you caught the quiet thanks whispered from his members.

Grateful.

Relieved.

You squeezed Soonyoung’s hand tighter in response.

I’ll take care of him.

⸻

The ride to your apartment was mostly silent.

Soonyoung leaned his head against the car window, your hand never leaving his.

When you finally got home, you kicked off your shoes and turned to him immediately.

“Shower,” you ordered gently, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

He cracked the tiniest smile — the first real one you’d seen all day — and nodded, shuffling toward the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on, and you curled up on the bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while you waited.

After about fifteen minutes, the bathroom door creaked open.

You looked up — and your heart melted.

Soonyoung stood there in one of your oversized hoodies and a pair of his own sweatpants, hair still damp, face scrubbed clean of all exhaustion and pressure.

He walked over wordlessly, plucking the phone out of your hands and tossing it gently onto the nightstand.

Then — he collapsed into your arms.

You let out a soft “oof” but immediately wrapped him up, pulling the blankets over the two of you.

He buried his face into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

You held him, running your fingers slowly up and down his back.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

He just breathed you in, as if trying to replace all the stress and tension in his body with the scent of you.

Finally, in a voice so small it almost broke you, he whispered:

“I’m sorry.”

You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you said firmly.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and you kissed his forehead gently.

“I know you,” you continued softly. “I know when you’re overwhelmed.

I know when you’re scared.

And I know you’d never hurt anyone — you’re just trying so hard to be perfect.”

His face crumpled slightly, and you wiped the tears away before they could fall.

“You don’t have to be perfect with me, Soonie,” you whispered. “You just have to be mine.”

He let out a shaky laugh, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m so tired,” he admitted brokenly. “I’m trying so hard, but it never feels like enough.”

You shook your head, pressing kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his temple.

“It’s enough,” you whispered after every kiss.

“You’re enough.”

He clung to you tighter, finally letting the walls crumble completely.

And you stayed there with him, rocking him gently, whispering love into every inch of his tired heart.

That night, Soonyoung slept in your arms — safe, loved, and finally free from the crushing weight of expectation.

Because he knew, with you, he didn’t have to carry it all alone.

He just had to be himself.

And that would always, always be enough.

⸻

I cannot believe that he’s next to leave guys omg😭 ALSO SEVENTEEN COMEBACK NEXT MONTHHH AND TOUR IM SO EXCITED!!!

You didn’t make it easy on Soonyoung from the moment you met. His attempts to bring you home after a night out at the club were put to a screeching halt. Your teasing words informing him you don’t do one night stands. Your sweet teasing words that told him “I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time for games. I need you to prove to me this isn’t just about sex to you.”

”Give me your number and I’ll prove to you that I just don’t want to have sex with you. Let me get to know you.”

That night you gave the boy with sparkling eyes and an energetic personality, your number.

Boy did Soonyoung work to prove to you that he was serious about you. You’ve never had a man make you feel so incredibly wanted. From the moment you met him, he worshiped the ground you walked on. In the beginning, you held your walls up high. Trying to portray the role of a strong woman, some people would call a bitch. But damn was he good at chipping away at your walls.

When he first started texting you, it took four days before you agreed to go on a date with him. One perfect date turned into two and then the next thing you knew you’ve been seeing him for a month.

The original plan was you were going to hold out on having sex with him until the one month mark. The problem was he was too charming and adorable for his own good. By the third date, you found yourself riding him in the backseat of his car. His hands touched anywhere they could reach as he moaned your name like a prayer.

At the three week mark you met his friends, and suddenly things started to feel more serious. That night when he intended to drop you off he like he always did. This time he just decided to let a little confession slip past his lips.

“Baby, I like you so much.”

“Baby?” You cock your head to the side. You’ve never been one for pet names. But the way he says it gives you butterflies.

“You’re my baby. Unless you hate that name – If so, I can call you something else. Honey, darling, sweet cheeks.” He’s now rambling on like an idiot. You might have broken him with little effort.

“I like baby.”

A huge smile forms on his lips causing his eyes to squint. “Baby.”

“Sweet cheeks?” There is no way you can’t bring up that absolutely terrible nickname.

Reaching up he pinches your cheek lightly. “You have the sweetest cheeks.”

Before Soonyoung you don’t think there is a single man on this planet that could get away with pinching your cheek and saying that. Narrowing your eyes at him. He pulls away quickly knowing he’s absolutely playing with fire.

“You’re lucky I like you too, Soonyoung.”

“You like me back? He says it like you haven’t been having a sleepover for the last week.

“Kwon Soonyoung, I like you a lot. Just remember if you ever make me feel unwanted or hurt me once. It’s absolutely over.” You knew deep down inside he would never do that. You just needed to make sure it was extremely clear to him.

Seven days later Soonyoung decides to be bold and say those three big words. Laying on his bed completely naked scrolling through your phone. Soonyoung is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. You’re not sure if your legs even work anymore. He managed to make you come five times in the span of an hour. Your legs feel like jelly, and to be quite frank your pussy is literally sore.

He walks back into the room and stands by the bed next to you. Glancing up at his glorious naked body, the twisted part of you wonders if your body could take another orgasm.

“Fuck you look good,” you practically moan.

“Baby I thought you said I broke your pussy, that you need a break?” He pushes your hair away from your face.

“Could you go nice and slow?” Sex with Soonyoung was normally quite passionate. Sometimes it was rough and lust filled, other times you’re pretty sure it’s what people referred to as “making love”.

“Aren’t you sore?” He crawls onto the bed.

“Maybe a little.” You’re suddenly acting shy and you aren’t quite sure why.

“Spread your legs for me baby.”

He crawls on top of you while resting on his knees. With the amount of cum left in you, he slides into you with ease. You expect him to start moving at a slow pace. But he doesn’t move at all. He just stays completely still hovering over you, while filling you to the brim.

“Are you going to move?” You reach up resting your hand on his cheek.

“Do you just want me to cockwarm you?”

“Isn’t this an inconvenient position to be doing that?”

“I mean we can switch positions.”

“So you’re not going to fuck me again?”

He doesn’t respond, he just leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. You want to act like a bitch and tease him, but you can’t. The way he’s looking at you, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Soonyoung.”

“Baby?”

“Can you move?” You tangle your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You’re sore and you need to rest.” He presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Fine. Can we at least switch positions if you’re just going to keep your dick in me?”

A smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you. His kiss feels different. It’s filled with passion and it feels almost as if it’s filled with love.

“I want to say something to you. I just need you to promise me you won’t turn into an ice queen on me.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at your college nickname you made the mistake of telling him about.

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I need you to make a promise about this. Please.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t be an ice queen to you.”

“I love you.” Who knew those three words would feel like a ton of bricks hitting your chest. Holy shit he did fall hard for you. Your eyes are probably the size of saucers. You’re just in shock. “Judging by the look on your face you definitely don’t feel the same way. But that’s like cool. Just pretend I never said anything.” He’s stumbling over his words, definitely freaking out and you don’t blame him.

He starts to pull away from you sitting back on his knees. “Wait a damn minute Soonyoung.”

He pulls out of you leaving you once again feeling empty. You reach out for his hand. “Give me a minute to process what you said. I love you too.”

It’s his turn for his eyes to be the size of saucers. “Oh fuck we’re in love.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his statement. “Baby boy we’re definitely in love.”

One of your first major milestones after your fated “I love you” was your one year anniversary. You’ve dated around quite a bit since college, but you never tried having a serious long term relationship.

“Are you free Saturday?” Soonyoung asked, walking into your apartment.

“I'm a busy woman. I have dinner plans that night.” These plans would be extremely easy to get out of. Or it would be easy to just bring Soonyoung along with you.

“It’s our anniversary. I was hoping we could have dinner.” He shoves his hands in his pocket as he looks down, almost defeated.

“I’ll cancel the dinner. I may be busy, but I can be flexible. Just for you.” You give him a flirty smile at the word flexible.

“How flexible are we talking?” He instantly cheers up.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could test out a new position.” Leaning back on the couch you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Fuck.”

“Wasn’t that how the anniversary night is supposed to end?”

“Please tell me how I managed to make you fall in love with me?” He drops to his knees and practically crawls to you. He doesn’t realize it’s the other way around, You aren’t quite sure you managed to make him fall in love with you.

“I’m not quite sure. Something about you, tiger boy, is just so irresistible.”

He gets up off the floor and sits on the couch next to you. “I got you something.”

“I didn’t get you anything. My present to you was I was finally going to let you play with my ass.” This man is obsessed with your ass and you’ve built up enough trust with him in the bedroom that you decided he can start testing the waters with you, when it came to trying anal.

“Wait, are you serious?” He sounds like you just told him he’s getting his dream Christmas present.

“Yes. Now what is my present?”

“One minute.” He hops off the couch and jogs over to the front door where he dropped his work bag. He pulls out a long box and walks back over to you.

“If it was up to me I would be getting down on one knee and proposing to you, but I know you might slap me if I did that today. So I got you a necklace.”

He hands you the box. Opening it up you instantly smile at the beautiful gold necklace he got you. There is a delicate heart with two stones. One being your birthday stone, and the other being his. By no means are you ready to get married, but you hope one day he will actually propose to you.

“Soonie.” You rarely cry, but his thoughtful gift has you feeling extra emotional.

“You like it?” You don’t say anything, you just grab his hand, pulling him down to you. Crashing your lips into his. You kiss him like you need him to breathe.

“Just so you know, I’m not opposed to marrying you.”

He pulls away smiling. “That’s good to know. I’ll start ring shopping now.”

Two years into your relationship Soonyoung now lives with you, and he casually gave you an engagement ring three months ago. He didn’t make his proposal flashy. He just got down on one knee while you were cooking dinner together. It was absolutely perfect.

Things with Soonyoung just feel right. You can’t get enough of him, and he surely can’t get enough of you.

Rough lips moved down your neck as you gripped his shoulder holding on to him for dear life. You only have an hour together before he needs to go to work. It's clear he wants to take advantage of every moment you have together.

His teeth graze your skin as he gently nips at your skin, earning a gasp from you. He lays between your legs as he continues to kiss your skin. He’s never been one for a quickie. That’s probably due to the fact this man is obsessed with foreplay. This man never misses an opportunity to have his head between your thighs eating out until you're overstimulated and crying.

You’re a whiny mess desperately wishing he would move. Your hands roam lower resting on his butt pulling his hips forward slightly.

“Someone is needy,” he murmurs against his skin.

“I just want you,” you moan and he suddenly thrusts his hips.

“Can you ask nicely?” He pulls away from you looking at you with lust filled eyes.

“Please Soonyoung. I need you to fuck me,” you normally hate begging, but he has desperately needing him to move.

“Does my future wife want me to fuck her?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Ever since he proposed this man never misses an opportunity to call you his future wife. “Does my future husband want to?”

“God I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He practically groans.

“That wasn’t dirty talk.”

“You called me your husband while I’m literally inside you. That is literally the dirtiest thing you could say to me. I’m shocked I didn’t come immediately.” Sometimes you question why you put up with how dramatic he is.

“Future husband. Not present husband.”

“We can go down to the courthouse and change that right now.”

“It’s a shame you have to go to work.”

“I can call out.”

“Maybe if you fuck me so good I forget my last name I’ll take yours today.”

He lets out a groan closing his eyes. His ultimate dream is to marry you immediately. The day he proposed it you would have asked him to get married right then and there he would have in a heartbeat.

“Okay my love,” he leans forward pressing his lips to yours as he slowly starts rolling his hip into you.

With each thrust, your hands grip his shoulder holding on to him as his lips continue to assault yours. Your leg hooks over his back resting right above his butt.

He’s leaving for work in less than an hour and this is the one way he knows to show you exactly how much he’ll miss you and how much he truly loves you.

He continues his ministration, with each movement he’s hitting just the right spot with each thrust. You're lost in the moment and time doesn’t seem to matter. You aren’t sure if it’s been ten minutes or an hour.

You both finish moaning the other person's name. Laying in your bed next to each other, you aren’t ready for him to go to work.

He looks over at you and whispers, “Would you actually marry me today?”

He’ll never understand how much you love him, and how much you broke all your own rules for him.

“We’re both off from work tomorrow. Let’s go down to the courthouse and get married.”

The smile he gives you is a firm reminder that he’s hopelessly in love with you, and you can’t quite put into words how much you love him.

Tall, gorgeous and handsome. The sight of him is absolutely mouth-watering. God bless his father for his genetics he was clearly gifted with.

You’ve been seeing Mingyu for three weeks and you are practically feral at the thought of throwing yourself at the beautiful man you are thirsting after.

As it turns out, Mingyu is a gentleman and requested you take things slow. He told you he wanted to wait until you’ve been together for a month before you finally get down and nasty together.

Your three weeks together haven’t been all sweet and innocent though. At the beginning of week two, after a late-night dinner, some heavy making out and dry humping led to him fingering you on the couch. Two nights later you found yourself with your hand in his sweatpants groping his very, very large cock. You practically begged him to let you blow him, but he said on your next date you could take the next step.

A couple of days ago was when you were finally blessed with the opportunity to suck the life out of Mingyu and his massive cock. You liked to think that you were pretty good at sucking dick, but nothing could truly prepare you for this experience. You couldn’t fit his whole length in your mouth at first without gagging. After a few tries, you could finally take him in your throat. The praise he gave you as he used his hands as a makeshift hair tie, which left you wet.

You’ve been far from innocent for a while. You lost your good old-fashioned v-card a week into your sophomore year of college and never looked back. Some people might say you’re a little loose with who you sleep with or maybe a good old fashion “slut”, but you don’t see it that way. You always just say you’re sex positive; you’re all about embracing the sexual side of yourself.

The night you met Mingyu he informed you that he’s a reformed fuck boy. The reason he wants to take things slow with you is because he wants to fully build a connection. If that’s what he wants, you’ll follow his request.

Tonight, you’re three nights shy from a month together. You aren’t sure you can make it through this date if you don’t finally get the opportunity to ride him like your life depends on it.

The thing about Mingyu is that you’re pretty sure you’re going to fall in love. It’s not just because of his perfect genetics and massive cock. He’s, unfortunately, perfect. Maybe not unfortunately—fortunately for you—he’s perfect. He’s a gentleman, he’s so kind, and he fucking cooks. He’s everything a mother dreams about their daughter finding in a partner. You knew one day if you take him home, your mother is going to beg you to marry him. She’s going to take one look at him and tell you to make her some grandchildren.

Hell, your friends are all telling you to lock it fully down. The day after your first date, you showed them a photo of Mingyu, and they literally gave you a high five that you managed to bag him.

There is something about Mingyu that just makes you feel like you’re an absolute horny mess at all times. You haven’t always been like this. Sure, you’re sex positive and love sex, but a normal man doesn’t make you feel like all your hormones are out of whack. Maybe that's because when he smiles, he instantly gives you butterflies and makes you feel like you’re falling hard.

Standing outside the expensive restaurant he just took you to, you’re waiting for a cab. His arm is over your shoulder as you lean against him. You’re desperately hoping that your matching red lingerie set with crotchless panties isn’t going to go to waste tonight.

“Mingyu?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What’s the chance I get you to take me home and see what’s under this dress?”

Biting his bottom lip, he holds back a smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by pussy doesn’t sound like a terrible death.” You absolutely love teasing him.

“Death by your pussy is how I personally prefer to die.”

“Is that a yes to finally riding you like my life depends on it?”

He can’t help but let out a chuckle at your extremely blunt statement. Before he can even respond, the cab arrives. Mingyu pulls away long enough for you to slide into the back seat. He slides in next to you. His large hand rests on your exposed thigh. He gives the cab your address.

Slowly, he leans in close, brushing your hair away from your ear. “Yes, you can do all things you have been dreaming about,” he whispers just loud enough for only you to hear. His hand stays firmly planted on your thigh, never moving.

The whole cab ride, you felt like it was taking everything in you not to crawl onto Mingyu’s lap and start kissing him like you need him to breathe. Fucking in the back of a cab probably isn’t the best idea though. The last thing you need is to get arrested for public indecency.

The moment you’re out of the cab, you grab his hand and pull him towards your apartment. The walk to your apartment feels too long. The second your apartment opens, you shove him against the door. “Someone’s extra horny tonight.” He has no clue how much he turns you on with little to no effort.

“I’ve been so patient with you. I just think I deserve a reward for being such a good girl.”

“Oh, you’re a good girl?” He cocks his head to the side.

“I’m a good girl just for you.” You trail your fingers up his chest.

“What does my good girl want me to do tonight?” He leans down so his lips are closer to yours.

“I have some fuzzy pink handcuffs you could try out.”

“Naughty girl.” He pops his tongue and gives you a wicked grin.

“You know I want you so bad. I don’t think I have ever wanted someone like you.”

“Are you just saying that because you want me to fuck you?”

“No. I’m saying that because I like everything about you. Sure, you’re hot, and you make me so horny I feel like I’m going crazy. You’re honestly perfect for me. I have fallen so hard for you.” You might as well lay all your cards out on the table.

“Oh, you’ve fallen for me?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Does that mean you haven’t fallen for me?” You’ve fallen for him so hard, there is no way he hasn’t fallen for you too.

“Baby girl, I’m head over heels for you.”

“Do you like me enough to make me Juno?”

“Like the movie?” He lets out a laugh.

“Yeah. Do you know one of me is cute? Could you imagine two?”

“Does my pretty girl have a breeding kink?” “What, you don’t want to knock me up?” You don’t want him to knock you up just yet, but there is something thrilling about playing into a breeding kink that you both clearly have.

“Does that mean no condoms tonight?”

Pressing your index finger into his chest, you look up at him and smile. “Make me fall in love tonight, big boy.”

Stepping around him, you head off towards your room, knowing he’s going to follow behind you. Opening the door, you have about ten seconds before Mingyu walks in behind you. Slipping off your high heels, you can feel his eyes burning into you. He is standing by the door, just watching as you go about slowly taking off parts of your outfit. Walking over to your dresser, you remove your jewelry. Looking into the mirror that’s on top, you find Mingyu carefully watching.

Reaching back, you slowly start unzipping your dress. The red fabric pools at your feet. Your red lace lingerie set you’re wearing is fully sheer. Your body is fully on display.

“Fuck-“ he groans.

“Like what you see, big boy?”

He instantly starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. Reaching into the nightstand, you pull out a bottle of lube and those pink fuzzy handcuffs you had mentioned before. Twirling them around your finger, you watch as he strips down to nothing but his boxers that are doing nothing to hide his very large erection.

“You know I want to blow you so badly, but I feel like I have been such a patient girl. I was hoping you could eat me out before I ride you.”

“Can your pretty lingerie stay on?” He steps closer to you.

“You don’t want to unwrap your present?”

“You look too good in it for it just to end up on the floor.”

Crawling onto the bed, you lay back, propping yourself up on your pillows. You spread your legs to show him how wet you already are. Slowly, you dip your fingers through your wet folds. “Oh.” You can’t help but moan as you circle your sensitive clit. His eyes are locked on you, watching each of your movements.

“Are you going to make me do all the work?” You sigh.

He crawls onto the bed. Laying on his stomach, he takes one of your legs resting it over your shoulder. He kisses the delicate skin on your inner thigh.

“Mingyu- please-“ If he wants you to beg for him you absolutely will.

“As you wish.”

His lips attach to your sensitive clit, sucking on it while he starts pumping one finger in you. He’s large, so you’re well aware he’s going to have to stretch you out before you can properly take him without pain.

The fact that Mingyu is eager to eat you out is just another thing about him that’s perfect. He’s said he gets off on pleasing his partner. By the ways he’s practically making out with your pussy while he pumps two fingers in and out of you, you know he’s not lying. Judging by the size of Mingyu's extra large cock, you know two fingers probably aren’t enough.

“Another one, please.” You practically beg.

He chuckles against your core. His lips stay pressed against you. Another finger is added. The stretch feels so good. He has you moaning like a bitch in heat. To be quite honest you feel like you’re in heat, with how desperately you want the man between your legs.

His fingers start doing a come hither motion, causing a pressure in your stomach you’ve never experienced.

“Gyu-“ His name is nothing more than a broken moan.

“What does my good girl want?” He pulls away from your pussy for the first time.

“Oh- go-d-“ Your entire body feels tense. You’re starting to feel dizzy and your release is getting closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue starts flicking your clit at a fast rate. His long fingers are rubbing the spongy spot inside you.

“Gyu-“ You practically scream. A pressure breaks inside you. Your walls contract as your release squirts all over Mingyu's hand and face.

His fingers slowly pump inside you, helping you ride out your high as he pulls his face away from your core.

“Baby-“ You can’t form coherent words. You’ve never squirted before in your life. You’ve never had an orgasm that feels as if it’s left you brain dead.

“Luckily you didn’t squirt on the bed. You just got my hand and face.” He lets out a laugh.

“I’ve never done that before,” you sigh.

He sits on his knees between your spread legs. “I’m honored.”

Laying down on the bed next to you he pulls off his boxers. He’s laying there naked with his large dick resting on his stomach. He taps his hip. “Climb aboard.” The cocky grin he sports gives you butterflies. He grabs the bottle of lube. Clicking the cap open he generously coats his length.

Slowly crawling onto his lips he wastes no time massaging your already wet core with lube.

Straddling his waist you grind against his large cock. Maybe one orgasm isn’t enough to make it comfortable to take him.

“Did you want to try those fuzzy handcuffs on me?” you ask, reaching out and picking them up.

“Orgasm number three I’ll handcuff you. I want you to ride me, as you said like your life depends on it.” Biting your bottom lip, you can’t help but smirk. “Do you need more lube?” His hand rubs your thigh.

“Let me try to take you, and if it hurts, we can use more.”

Lifting your hips he holds his length at your entrance. You take him slowly, inch by inch, giving yourself a chance to adjust to his massive size. It feels as if he’s splitting you open, but it’s absolutely delicious.

He fills you to the brim. There is no way he’s not bruising your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re huge.”

“Sorry, baby.” He sounds concerned. His large hand is gently rubbing your thigh.

“You’re splitting me open, but it feels so good.” By the end of your sentence, he’s smiling up at you.

There’s no way in hell you could start with a quick pace. You start with a small bouncy pace. Only moving up an inch or two before sinking back down. His hands rest on your hips, helping you move.

Leaning forward your hands are resting on his chest. You slide your hips up further and further with each thrust. Sex with Mingyu feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The way he’s stretching you out makes you feel as if you’re close to the edge. The room is filled with wet sounds of you siding up and down his cock, your whiny moans, and his deep groans. It sounds like a porno, and you can’t get enough of it.

Your release comes quicker than you expected. Your body is tense and your walls contract. Throwing your head back you moan his name. You still completely, your body is completely fucked out. You can’t continue to ride him in your dazed state.

“Did I break you, baby?” He rubs your thigh gently, as if he isn’t thrusting into you while your brain is completely broken.

“Fuck- Gyu-“

“Can I flip you onto your back?”

“Yes.”

With little to no effort, he flips you. He spreads your legs wide, giving him more access to your practically abused pussy. He sits on his knees. His pace is slow but firm.

“Did you want those fuzzy handcuffs now?” He teases you.

The idea of not being able to touch him now makes you want to cry.

“No-“ You whine.

He moves down, hovering over you. His pace picks up. His release is rapidly approaching. The way he moans your name is like music to your ears.

“Can I come inside you?”

“Ple-ase.” You’re cock drunk and can barely speak.

“Did you want me to get you pregnant?”

“Yes.” You don’t actually want to get pregnant, but having children with him one day would be a dream.

Slamming his hips into you, he fills you to the brim, painting your walls white with his salty release.

Collapsing on top of you, he tries not to put all his weight on you. He places a trail of wet kisses across your collarbone. “Baby do I need to get up and get you plan b?”

You can’t help but laugh. Of course that’s his first question after fucking you so good you can’t even think straight

“No, I'm on birth control.”

Your hand runs up and down his spine almost as if you’re trying to memorize how it feels.

“Give me two years and I’ll actually make you Juno. You’re not wrong, one of you is cute. I couldn’t even start to imagine two of you.”

The confession wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Mingi had been pacing for the past ten minutes, running a hand through his hair every few seconds, occasionally muttering to himself. You sat on the couch, watching him with an eyebrow raised, waiting for him to just say whatever was eating him alive.

Finally, with a deep breath, he stopped in front of you. "I didn't mean to fall for you."

You blinked. Stared. "what?"

He sighed, rubbing his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened. And now I can't—"

"Neither did I."

The words left your mouth before you even fully registered what you were saying, but once they were out, you realized they were true. You hadn't meant to fall for Mingi either. It was supposed to be easy—friends, nothing more. But somewhere between late-night conversations, his ridiculously endearing laugh, and the way he always, always made sure you were comfortable, something had shifted.

A beat of silence passed. Then another.

Mingi lowered his hands, finally looking at you. "...Fucking pardon?"

You let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah, uh. I guess that kind of just came out."

"You mean—hold on—you like me?" His voice pitched up slightly, eyes wide.

"Well, yeah?" You exhaled, suddenly feeling hyperaware of everything. "I mean, I wouldn't have just said it if I didn't."

He stared at you, mouth slightly open, as if his brain was short-circuiting. Then, to your absolute shock, he groaned and buried his face in his hands again. "Are you serious? I spent weeks panicking about this! You could've said something sooner!"

You gaped at him. "You could’ve said something sooner! What do you mean weeks?!"

"I was suffering!"

"Mingi, I have been suffering too!"

Another beat of silence. And then, inexplicably, you both burst into laughter. The tension that had been hovering between you dissipated in an instant, leaving only warmth.

Mingi finally dropped onto the couch next to you, shaking his head. "Well. That was dramatic."

You huffed a laugh, nudging his arm. "Yeah. But at least now we know."

His eyes softened as he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Now we know."

And just like that, everything felt lighter.

Mingi leaned back against the couch, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips as he rubbed at his face, trying to process everything that had just unfolded. It was almost surreal—he had spent so much time worrying over his feelings for you, and here you were, just as lost in the same emotions.

He glanced over at you, his smile a little softer now, though there was still a teasing glint in his eyes. "So, uh... now that we've got the awkwardness out of the way, what happens next?"

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but more at ease than you had been moments ago. "I guess we just... figure it out?"

"Figure it out," he repeated, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a good answer. But you know, I think I might need a little more guidance here. You’re the one who clearly had it all figured out, huh?"

Your lips quirked up. "I wouldn’t say ‘figured out.’ I’ve just been trying to survive the crushing weight of my feelings for you without making it obvious."

Mingi scoffed, glancing away dramatically. "So I wasn’t obvious, huh? Good to know. I guess I’ll just go cry in a corner now."

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him again, this time with more force. "Okay, okay, I get it! It’s a miracle we both didn’t combust with how much tension was hanging around us."

He chuckled at that, his hand brushing against yours as if he was testing the waters. "Well, now that we've both officially acknowledged that we like each other... does this mean we get to... I don’t know, do the whole dating thing?"

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little giddy at how natural it felt to be having this conversation with him now. "I think so. If you're okay with it."

Mingi grinned at that, his eyes lighting up. "Okay with it?I've been waiting for this moment forever! I'm more than okay with it."

You laughed, heart fluttering. "Good. Because, well, I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me now."

"Not that I’d ever complain." His voice dropped into something a little softer, warmer, and his fingers brushed over yours again, this time with more certainty.

The air between you two felt lighter than it ever had before, and it was like the tension that had been there for so long had finally evaporated. It wasn’t perfect, and there were still so many unknowns, but in that moment, you were both okay with that.

And maybe, just maybe, it was more than enough to start this new chapter.

"You know," Mingi said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I’m really glad you said something. I was starting to think I’d have to spend another year overthinking everything."

"Well," you teased, "I’d say you’re welcome, but I feel like you owe me a drink or something after all that unnecessary suffering."

Mingi laughed, leaning over to nudge your shoulder with his. "Deal. Next time, I’ll make sure to keep my confessions less dramatic."

You raised an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that."

"Don’t worry," he said, his grin stretching wider. "I’m sure I’ll come up with something."

Jeonghan – the fake nonchalant

plays it off like it’s nothing, but you can tell he’s different.

still teases you and acts normal in front of others, but there’s a certain distance in his touch, his words—like he’s afraid of getting too close.

probably tries to push you away before you can leave first.

"you could do better, you know?" he says with that signature smirk, but his eyes don’t match.

the moment you show that you're not going anywhere, he pulls you into the tightest hug and buries his face in your neck.

your back arches against the sheets, jeonghan’s lips trailing down your stomach, his fingers teasing between your thighs before he finally slides inside you, painfully slow.

his kisses are deep, intoxicating, his hands keeping you pressed to the bed.

“you’ll still want me tomorrow, won’t you?” his voice is soft, needy, but his thrusts are deliberate and deep.

he drags it out, making you feel every inch of him, watching you shudder beneath him.

when you whimper his name, his smirk falters—his insecurity creeping in again.

“say it,” he demands, fucking you faster, his nails digging into your thighs. “say you won’t leave me.”

Joshua – the one who tries to overcompensate

starts doing way too much—gifting you things randomly, complimenting you excessively, going out of his way to be the "perfect" boyfriend.

but you can tell it’s coming from a place of fear, not confidence.

he'd rather suffer silently than burden you, but one night, when you hold his hand a little tighter, he sighs and admits: "i just don't want you to wake up one day and realize you deserve better."

needs lots of reassurance and gentle reminders that he is the one you chose, and that’s enough.

this man is always sweet, always careful, but tonight? he’s needy, desperate, fucking you deep and slow, hands tangling with yours as he moans against your lips.

“do i make you feel good?” his voice is rough, his forehead pressed against yours.

he worships your body, trailing kisses along your jaw, biting down on your collarbone.

he lets out a shaky groan when you tighten around him, whispering brokenly: “i want to be enough for you. tell me i’m enough.”

when he comes, it’s messy, emotional, his arms wrapping around you, refusing to let go.

Jun – the overly self-sacrificing One

starts putting your happiness way before his own, to the point where he stops voicing his own needs.

thinks that if he just keeps making you happy, maybe he’ll feel enough.

you notice he stops sharing things about his day, about his problems, and when you confront him, he just smiles and says, "it’s okay, as long as you’re happy."

needs you to remind him that his feelings matter too, and that love isn’t about just making you happy—it’s about both of you being happy together.

he devours you, lips hungry, his thrusts fast and unrelenting, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he slows down.

his fingers dig into your hips, holding you open for him, his lips dragging over your throat.

“i don’t want anyone else touching you,” he confesses, voice dark and rough.

he fucks you deep, watching your reactions, groaning when your nails rake down his back.

his control breaks when you whimper his name—he groans, burying himself deeper, coming undone inside you.

he doesn’t move away, his arms locked around you, whispering: “you’re not tired of me, are you?”

Hoshi (Soonyoung) – the one who tries to distract himself

throws himself into work, practice, anything to keep his mind off of his own thoughts.

becomes extra hyper and affectionate in public, but when you’re alone, he’s quieter, more distant.

you catch him staring at you sometimes, looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

when you finally confront him, he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "i just—i don't know if i can give you everything you deserve. but i want to try."

needs your encouragement and for you to remind him that love isn’t about being perfect—it’s about showing up every day, together.

hoshi’s hands are everywhere, his lips greedy against your skin, his cock slamming into you mercilessly.

“i’ll make you feel so good,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, sweat dripping down his back.

his fingers are tight on your waist, his breath hot in your ear, “i need you to scream my name.”

when you do, his pace gets rougher, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

he moans against your skin, coming with a shudder, holding you so close it’s suffocating.

afterwards, his voice is barely above a whisper, “tell me i’m the only one.”

Wonwoo – the silent overthinker

won’t say anything, but you’ll feel it in the way he hesitates before holding your hand, in the way he looks at you like he’s questioning whether he’s worthy of you.

starts second-guessing himself, wondering if he’s interesting enough, exciting enough for you.

late one night, he finally whispers: "do i make you happy?"

the way he asks it so softly, so vulnerably, breaks your heart.

needs you to hold him, to tell him how much you love him—not for what he does, but who he is.

he will completely loses himself in you, his body pressed against yours, thrusts deep and slow like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him.

“you feel so good,” he rasps, his hands shaking as they grip your thighs.

he kisses you fiercely, swallowing every moan, his pace increasing as he groans your name.

“i don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, voice breaking, but his body tells a different story.

when he finally spills inside you, his arms wrap around you tightly, breath shaky against your neck.

he stays silent for a long time, then softly whispers, “promise me you won’t leave.”

Woozi (Jihoon) – The “I Don’t Want to Talk About It” One

completely shuts down—if you ask what’s wrong, he just shrugs and says "nothing."

starts pouring himself into work even more (which you didn’t think was possible).

he’s afraid of wasting your time—what if you could be happier with someone else?

but one night, when you just sit beside him in the studio, quietly holding his hand, he finally sighs and mumbles: "i’m scared that i can’t give you the kind of love you deserve."

needs you to gently break down his walls and show him that you love him for him, not for what he does.

his hands are firm on your hips, pulling you down onto him over and over, his jaw clenched as he fucks up into you with deep, precise thrusts.

"you could have anyone," he mutters against your lips, voice rough. "why me?"

his movements are desperate but controlled, his fingers digging into your skin as he drags you down harder.

when you whimper his name, his breath shudders, his lips crushing against yours.

"tell me i make you feel good," he demands, his cock hitting deep, making you cry out.

when he comes, he grips your waist so tight it stings, groaning into your neck, holding you close like he’s afraid to let go.

DK (Seokmin) – the one who blames himself

the type to smile through the pain but deep down, he’s struggling.

starts apologizing for everything—even things that don’t need apologies.

"i’m sorry i made you wait," "i’m sorry if i’m too much," "i’m sorry if i—"

until one day, you finally stop him and ask, "why are you apologizing so much?"

that’s when he breaks, admitting that he’s scared of not being enough, of you realizing you deserve better.

needs words of affirmation the most—he needs to hear that he’s enough, that he’s loved.

seokmin’s usual smile is gone, replaced with something raw, desperate, his body pressed flush against yours, thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

"i don’t want to be just your fun best friend," he groans, biting your shoulder, hips slamming into yours.

his hands roam your body, gripping your thighs, pulling you even closer.

when you moan his name, his control snaps, and he fucks you even harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"tell me you see me," he pants, forehead pressed against yours, his thrusts turning messy.

when he comes, it's intense, overwhelming, his arms tightly wrapped around you, muttering against your lips, "i don’t ever want to lose this."

Mingyu – the one who tries too hard to prove himself

becomes extra—tries too hard to impress you, does the most unnecessary things just to make sure you’re happy.

but deep down, he’s scared that you’ll wake up one day and think he’s not enough.

one night, after messing up something small, he snaps at himself—"ugh, i can’t do anything right."

and that is when you realize just how much he’s been struggling.

needs physical affection—lots of hugs, forehead kisses, soft reassurances.

gyu is so needy, so overwhelming, his cock slamming into you, moaning openly as he buries his face in your neck.

his grip is tight on your waist, hips moving frantically, like he needs to claim you.

“you’re mine, right?” his voice is shaky, breathless, thrusts getting sloppier.

the moment you moan his name, he loses it completely, pounding into you harder.

when he comes, it’s deep, desperate, his arms locking around you like you’ll disappear.

“promise me you won’t find someone better.” his voice is so small, you almost don’t hear it.

The8 (Minghao)– the one who withdraws into himself

completely closes off, not because he’s mad, but because he’s overthinking everything.

spends a lot of time alone, trying to work through his thoughts, but the more he overthinks, the worse it gets.

one night, he finally confesses: "sometimes, i feel like i’m not enough for you. like you deserve more."

needs you to remind him that love isn’t about being perfect—it’s about choosing each other, every day.

hao’s fingers are tight around your wrists, pinning them above your head as his cock slides deep inside you, his pace slow, intense, overwhelming.

"do i feel real to you?" he murmurs, voice shaking, his breath hot against your lips.

his thrusts are agonizingly deep, dragging out every inch of pleasure until you're begging for more.

he leans in, biting your lip, his hips snapping forward so suddenly you gasp into his mouth.

"i need to know i’m not just someone who passes through your life," his voice is barely a whisper, but his body screams his desperation.

when he comes, he doesn’t pull out, just holds you so close, his lips trailing over your skin, silently begging you to stay.

Seungkwan – the one who tries to hide It with humor

cracks more jokes than usual, trying to cover up his insecurity.

you notice his laughs don’t reach his eyes the way they usually do.

he’ll probably joke about it first—"bet you’re getting tired of me, huh?"—but if you call him out on it, he gets quiet.

finally, he confesses, "i just don’t want to hold you back."

needs constant reminders that he’s not a burden, that he’s exactly what you want.

seungkwan, he crashes his lips into yours, hands gripping your waist, desperate to drown in your touch as he thrusts into you fast and deep.

"why do you even want me?" his voice breaks, his body shuddering as he pounds into you harder.

his moans are loud, whiny, gasping every time you clench around him.

his fingers tangle in your hair, dragging your head back so he can kiss your throat, your chest, anywhere he can reach.

"do you—fuck—do you actually want me, or am i just convenient?" he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic.

when he finally lets go, his moan is broken, his body collapsing against yours, pressing soft kisses to your temple, whispering, "please don't ever leave me."

Vernon – the deep tthinker

won’t say anything outright, but you’ll notice him staring off into space more, lost in thought.

starts questioning things—whether he’s exciting enough, whether he’s what you really want.

you have to sit him down and make him talk about it.

i just don’t know if I’m what you need."

needs to hear that he is enough, that you love him for exactly who he is.

bonon isn’t loud, he never really was, but when he’s inside you, when you’re wrapped around him so tight, he can’t hold back anymore.

his lips crash into yours, hands pinning you down, hips rolling into you so slow it’s torturous.

“fuck,” he moans, biting his lip, watching you fall apart beneath him.

“i need to feel you,” his voice shakes, his cock pulsing inside you as he presses his forehead against yours.

when he finally spills inside you, his arms are trembling, his breath uneven.

his voice is so quiet, but you hear it: “tell me i’m not imagining this.”

Dino – the young but emotionally mature one

tries to act like he’s fine, but you can tell he’s trying too hard.

eventually, he just says it: "i don’t know if i can give you everything you need."

needs to hear that love isn’t about having everything, but building it together.

his pace is relentless, deep and eager, like he’s determined to prove something, his cock slamming into you over and over until you’re a writhing mess beneath him.

"i can make you feel just as good as anyone else," he pants, pinning your wrists to the bed.

his voice shakes, insecurity leaking through, but his thrusts are unwavering, desperate.

"tell me i’m enough," he practically begs, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers digging into your thighs as he fucks you deeper.

he watches your expression intensely, groaning when you cry out his name, biting down on your shoulder to hold back his moans.